moragmacpherson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-20 01:03 am
moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-20 01:03 am
Fic: The Rod of Asclepius (3/15) (BtVS/DrWho/SG-1)
Title: The Rod of Asclepius (3/15)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moragmacpherson
Rating: PG-13
Timeline: This story takes place during that sixty year block that I glossed over between chapters three and four of "Another Side of the Sky". Buffy's about twenty-five years old, so it's before the Beeyadeen Kibra incident she tells Spike about in "Better With Two". Thus our characters here are still-slightly-stuffy Tenth Doctor and still-slightly-spacey Buffy. In the Stargate universe, it's early season four.
Disclaimer: If it's a character or a place, I don't own it.
Archive: Here, TtH, Teaspoon, the pit, I think. If you'd like it, let me know.
Author's Note: Un-beta'd.
Summary: Another storage closet, another dimension? Set during "Another Side of the Sky," Buffy and the Doctor slip into the Stargate universe and a whole new set of problems.
Buffy picked at the bandage on her arm. “Does ‘take me to your leader’ sound anything like ‘take me to have needles poked in me’?”
“Not in this language.” The Doctor paced. He really wanted to examine the computers in the infirmary, but for one they’d taken the sonic screwdriver, and his jacket, not to mention that Buffy knew he felt naked prancing about in his shirtsleeves like this and kept staring at him. Also, there was the small matter of the armed guard who glared at him any time the Doctor moved towards that side of the room.
Buffy stuck her tongue out at the Doctor. “How did you convince her to spare your veins?”
The Doctor hopped up on the bed next to Buffy and whispered. “Oh, little psychic suggestion. She thinks one of yours is one of mine. Can’t have vials of my blood floating around the place, altering the development of human civilization.”
Buffy pasted a kiss on his cheek, causing it to redden. “You’re welcome sweetie. Speaking of which, is this the right Earth? Place seems,” she shuddered, ”off.”
“I was wondering the same thing myself Buffy. I mean, it’s impossible, but it would explain some of the readings the TARDIS was giving me once we landed. If so, I have no idea how we got here, or why the TARDIS still has full power.” He rubbed his jaw. “Then again, this doesn’t look like a UNIT or Torchwood installation, but of course, we are in the States.” He clapped his teeth together and lowered his voice. “Your territory. ”
“Goody.” Buffy flexed her shoulders. “I just love working with the military, you know me.”
The nameless, humorless guard listened to his radio crackle out orders to take them to the briefing room. Following him, Buffy noted the route to the room and the various alarm buttons at regular intervals in the facility, as well as the wall markings identifying the space as “SGC,” whatever that meant. The Doctor kept an eye on the ‘Emergency Access’ and ‘Authorized Personnel Only’ doors and their respective locks. High security, but nothing Buffy couldn’t break open in a pinch. Distressing both of them was how much further from the storage closet and the TARDIS they were being led.
Yet another grey-green door opened to a sleek and bare conference room occupied by five people, all in military garb. The Doctor nodded at Major Carter as he sat next to Buffy, who clasped his hand discretely beneath the table.
The bald man at the head of the table spoke. “Hello, my name is General Hammond, this is Colonel Jack O’Neill, Doctor Daniel Jackson, and Mr. Teal’c, a consultant. I believe you’ve already met Major Carter.”
“Hello.” The Doctor waved at the group. Buffy chuckled and also waved.
“Hi. He’s the Doctor. Just ‘the Doctor’. I’m Buffy. How can we help you?”
Hammond looked down on the pair. “Well, you’ve trespassed on a top secret military installation three hundred feet below ground accompanied by an alien of unknown origin and an indestructible British police box. Needless to say, we’re concerned about your intentions.”
Scratching his head, the Doctor spun his chair around. “Oh geeze. We’re not in Utah are we?”
The SG team exchanged looks. “Colorado,” provided Jackson.
“Doctor!” After a second, the general caught himself and added, “Doctor Jackson, that is, some discretion please.” He sighed and muttered, “This is going to become very confusing very quickly, isn’t it?”
Buffy offered the older man a sympathetic nod. “It’s okay, the Doctor’s just a little frazzled over a close scrape we had with Brigham Young a few weeks ago.”
“Buffy!” The Doctor gave her a short glare and then tilted his head towards Hammond as if to say, “What he said.”
Daniel Jackson jumped into the conversation. “Okay, I’m confused. A confrontation at the university?”
“No, with the man. Long story, last time I ask the Doctor if we can play ‘Oregon Trail’ ever again.” The Doctor rolled his eyes at Buffy and shook his head, but she continued on. “Anyway, you know he’s an alien and you know I’m not. The box is our ship, we travel through time and space, we’ve got no intentions of hurting anyone, and if you need us to scoot, just let us back in the box and we’re already scooting. We’re just travelers, passing through.”
Daniel leaned towards them. “I think we’d all feel a little bit more comfortable if you’d tell us what kind of an alien you are, Doctor.”
Buffy and the Doctor exchanged a long look. “They know about aliens,” Buffy offered.
“I’m pretty sure the big fella is one,” agreed the Doctor. Teal’c shifted in his chair.
“So, I guess, they’ve probably never even heard of you, it can’t hurt too much.”
The Doctor winced. “Oooh, don’t say that. Never say that. Still…” he trailed off and squeezed her hand, and they turned back to the table. “I’m a Time Lord.”
Teal’c’s scowl deepened. “What is a Time Lord?”
Buffy pointed her thumb at the Doctor. “He is.”
O’Neill looked like he had a rotten taste in his mouth. “Pretty presumptuous sort of name.”
The Doctor shrugged and tilted his head from side to side. “Oh, yeah. Unless of course, you’re the guardian of time.” He met the colonel’s steady gaze. “Which I am.”
“Oh.” Daniel shifted his glasses on his nose.
Jack stared at Buffy. “And you actually buy this load of horse-hooey?”
Buffy brushed an imaginary speck off of her shoulder. “Our first date was on a planet seven galaxies away with two suns in the sky. We stopped a local warlord from blowing the whole thing up. The next date was Woodstock. He backs his horse-hooey up pretty well.”
“Ah.” Jack twirled his pen in his fingers. “And how was Woodstock?”
“Muddy, but fun. We ate lunch with a group of students from Caltech and neither of us remember much after that.” The grin the couple shared was enough to make the rest of the room feel like they were going to blush from the memory.
“What planet would that make you from?” asked Carter.
“Gallifrey. Of course, that doesn’t matter, it doesn’t exist anymore. I’m the last of the Gallifreyans, the last of the Time Lords. So I beg you not to break me, as there aren’t any more of us coming along.” He winked at Teal’c. “So what are these ‘snakeheads’ your lads called us when we first got here?”
Teal’c frowned. “As the ‘Lord of Time,’ should you not know about the Goa’uld?”
“Please, ‘Doctor’ will suffice, and no, sorry, I don’t.”
Buffy whistled the opening bars of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” as the Doctor snorted. Carter noted this but explained.
“The Goa’uld are a parasitic, snake-like race that has been enslaving the people of this galaxy for thousands of years.”
“Ah, they sound charming.” The Doctor pulled a pen and paper out of his pants pocket as Carter’s eyes widened. “I take it you don’t get on terribly well.”
“You could say that,” said Jack.
The Doctor jotted down a few notes. “Any impending doom? Messing about with inter- or extra-dimensional portals or forces, strange ethereal presences?”
“Not just this second.” O’Neill’s assertion caused Jackson to cough and Carter and Hammond to look away.
“Give it a few minutes.” Jack shot Buffy a death glare, and she stared him right back. “Now is a good time to be honest. We’ve got some experience with this stuff. If we’re here, it usually means someone’s messed around with something they shouldn’t have. We don’t trip into alternate dimensions lightly.”
The Doctor quit his scribbling and looked up. “You’re aware of the massive amounts of free floating rassilite bosons in this place?”
Carter frowned. “Rassilite bosons?”
“Yeah, harmless really, but they make my nose itch. Usually get them when you’re forcing a tesseract or a wormhole.” The Doctor tapped his nose with his pen. “Been opening some of those by any chance, General?”
The General shook his head. “I just – do you realize how many security directives we’re breaking right now?”
Buffy shook her head and waved a hand. “The Doctor and security directives are a bad combination.”
“I take them as a personal challenge.” The Doctor’s grin seemed just left of sane.
Buffy laid her hand on his shoulder. “Best just to get it all on the table, he’ll find it all out sooner or later.”
“Somehow I have a feeling you’re right, Miss. We will, however, expect a similar level of transparency from your side."
"We'll do what we can to help," responded the Doctor.
Hammond nodded. "Colonel, please open the blast doors.” Jack moved to the wall and pressed the switch, and the embarkation room came into view.
“Doctor, Buffy, this is the Stargate. Major Carter, I trust you can provide any further necessary explanation.”
“No need.” The Doctor pressed his face against the window. His finger traced the outline of the gate. “Hyperconductive rings rotate, lock, then discharge to cause an Omega-Rassilon reaction. Looks like it’s using constellations as a targeting system. Very clever.” The Doctor chewed on his cheek. “A little bulky, you’d need gates on both sides, but I guess it works. Can I have my jacket back, I’d just like to,” he pointed his hand at the gate and waved it around. “I need my little toy,” he confessed.
Buffy and Jack both rolled their eyes, caught each other, and winked. Buffy’s smile was wry. “In the interest of mutual understanding, General, what do you say we split up between anybody who understands even one word of what he’s going to rant about and the rest of us? I’ll be happy to answer what I can about the non-geek stuff.”
“The non-geek stuff?” Hammond stood and looked down at the wide-eyed, smirking woman twirling around in his conference chair.
“Yeah. I’m more of a beat-stuff-up-ask–questions-later sort of a girl. I’m sure that you, me, the Colonel and the big guy have better ways of spending our time than sitting around having those three make us feel like idiots.” She bounced to her feet, hands on her hips, and cast Jack a sideways glance. “Let’s talk war. It’ll be fun.”
Nex
Author:
moragmacpherson Rating: PG-13
Timeline: This story takes place during that sixty year block that I glossed over between chapters three and four of "Another Side of the Sky". Buffy's about twenty-five years old, so it's before the Beeyadeen Kibra incident she tells Spike about in "Better With Two". Thus our characters here are still-slightly-stuffy Tenth Doctor and still-slightly-spacey Buffy. In the Stargate universe, it's early season four.
Disclaimer: If it's a character or a place, I don't own it.
Archive: Here, TtH, Teaspoon, the pit, I think. If you'd like it, let me know.
Author's Note: Un-beta'd.
Summary: Another storage closet, another dimension? Set during "Another Side of the Sky," Buffy and the Doctor slip into the Stargate universe and a whole new set of problems.
Buffy picked at the bandage on her arm. “Does ‘take me to your leader’ sound anything like ‘take me to have needles poked in me’?”
“Not in this language.” The Doctor paced. He really wanted to examine the computers in the infirmary, but for one they’d taken the sonic screwdriver, and his jacket, not to mention that Buffy knew he felt naked prancing about in his shirtsleeves like this and kept staring at him. Also, there was the small matter of the armed guard who glared at him any time the Doctor moved towards that side of the room.
Buffy stuck her tongue out at the Doctor. “How did you convince her to spare your veins?”
The Doctor hopped up on the bed next to Buffy and whispered. “Oh, little psychic suggestion. She thinks one of yours is one of mine. Can’t have vials of my blood floating around the place, altering the development of human civilization.”
Buffy pasted a kiss on his cheek, causing it to redden. “You’re welcome sweetie. Speaking of which, is this the right Earth? Place seems,” she shuddered, ”off.”
“I was wondering the same thing myself Buffy. I mean, it’s impossible, but it would explain some of the readings the TARDIS was giving me once we landed. If so, I have no idea how we got here, or why the TARDIS still has full power.” He rubbed his jaw. “Then again, this doesn’t look like a UNIT or Torchwood installation, but of course, we are in the States.” He clapped his teeth together and lowered his voice. “Your territory. ”
“Goody.” Buffy flexed her shoulders. “I just love working with the military, you know me.”
The nameless, humorless guard listened to his radio crackle out orders to take them to the briefing room. Following him, Buffy noted the route to the room and the various alarm buttons at regular intervals in the facility, as well as the wall markings identifying the space as “SGC,” whatever that meant. The Doctor kept an eye on the ‘Emergency Access’ and ‘Authorized Personnel Only’ doors and their respective locks. High security, but nothing Buffy couldn’t break open in a pinch. Distressing both of them was how much further from the storage closet and the TARDIS they were being led.
Yet another grey-green door opened to a sleek and bare conference room occupied by five people, all in military garb. The Doctor nodded at Major Carter as he sat next to Buffy, who clasped his hand discretely beneath the table.
The bald man at the head of the table spoke. “Hello, my name is General Hammond, this is Colonel Jack O’Neill, Doctor Daniel Jackson, and Mr. Teal’c, a consultant. I believe you’ve already met Major Carter.”
“Hello.” The Doctor waved at the group. Buffy chuckled and also waved.
“Hi. He’s the Doctor. Just ‘the Doctor’. I’m Buffy. How can we help you?”
Hammond looked down on the pair. “Well, you’ve trespassed on a top secret military installation three hundred feet below ground accompanied by an alien of unknown origin and an indestructible British police box. Needless to say, we’re concerned about your intentions.”
Scratching his head, the Doctor spun his chair around. “Oh geeze. We’re not in Utah are we?”
The SG team exchanged looks. “Colorado,” provided Jackson.
“Doctor!” After a second, the general caught himself and added, “Doctor Jackson, that is, some discretion please.” He sighed and muttered, “This is going to become very confusing very quickly, isn’t it?”
Buffy offered the older man a sympathetic nod. “It’s okay, the Doctor’s just a little frazzled over a close scrape we had with Brigham Young a few weeks ago.”
“Buffy!” The Doctor gave her a short glare and then tilted his head towards Hammond as if to say, “What he said.”
Daniel Jackson jumped into the conversation. “Okay, I’m confused. A confrontation at the university?”
“No, with the man. Long story, last time I ask the Doctor if we can play ‘Oregon Trail’ ever again.” The Doctor rolled his eyes at Buffy and shook his head, but she continued on. “Anyway, you know he’s an alien and you know I’m not. The box is our ship, we travel through time and space, we’ve got no intentions of hurting anyone, and if you need us to scoot, just let us back in the box and we’re already scooting. We’re just travelers, passing through.”
Daniel leaned towards them. “I think we’d all feel a little bit more comfortable if you’d tell us what kind of an alien you are, Doctor.”
Buffy and the Doctor exchanged a long look. “They know about aliens,” Buffy offered.
“I’m pretty sure the big fella is one,” agreed the Doctor. Teal’c shifted in his chair.
“So, I guess, they’ve probably never even heard of you, it can’t hurt too much.”
The Doctor winced. “Oooh, don’t say that. Never say that. Still…” he trailed off and squeezed her hand, and they turned back to the table. “I’m a Time Lord.”
Teal’c’s scowl deepened. “What is a Time Lord?”
Buffy pointed her thumb at the Doctor. “He is.”
O’Neill looked like he had a rotten taste in his mouth. “Pretty presumptuous sort of name.”
The Doctor shrugged and tilted his head from side to side. “Oh, yeah. Unless of course, you’re the guardian of time.” He met the colonel’s steady gaze. “Which I am.”
“Oh.” Daniel shifted his glasses on his nose.
Jack stared at Buffy. “And you actually buy this load of horse-hooey?”
Buffy brushed an imaginary speck off of her shoulder. “Our first date was on a planet seven galaxies away with two suns in the sky. We stopped a local warlord from blowing the whole thing up. The next date was Woodstock. He backs his horse-hooey up pretty well.”
“Ah.” Jack twirled his pen in his fingers. “And how was Woodstock?”
“Muddy, but fun. We ate lunch with a group of students from Caltech and neither of us remember much after that.” The grin the couple shared was enough to make the rest of the room feel like they were going to blush from the memory.
“What planet would that make you from?” asked Carter.
“Gallifrey. Of course, that doesn’t matter, it doesn’t exist anymore. I’m the last of the Gallifreyans, the last of the Time Lords. So I beg you not to break me, as there aren’t any more of us coming along.” He winked at Teal’c. “So what are these ‘snakeheads’ your lads called us when we first got here?”
Teal’c frowned. “As the ‘Lord of Time,’ should you not know about the Goa’uld?”
“Please, ‘Doctor’ will suffice, and no, sorry, I don’t.”
Buffy whistled the opening bars of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” as the Doctor snorted. Carter noted this but explained.
“The Goa’uld are a parasitic, snake-like race that has been enslaving the people of this galaxy for thousands of years.”
“Ah, they sound charming.” The Doctor pulled a pen and paper out of his pants pocket as Carter’s eyes widened. “I take it you don’t get on terribly well.”
“You could say that,” said Jack.
The Doctor jotted down a few notes. “Any impending doom? Messing about with inter- or extra-dimensional portals or forces, strange ethereal presences?”
“Not just this second.” O’Neill’s assertion caused Jackson to cough and Carter and Hammond to look away.
“Give it a few minutes.” Jack shot Buffy a death glare, and she stared him right back. “Now is a good time to be honest. We’ve got some experience with this stuff. If we’re here, it usually means someone’s messed around with something they shouldn’t have. We don’t trip into alternate dimensions lightly.”
The Doctor quit his scribbling and looked up. “You’re aware of the massive amounts of free floating rassilite bosons in this place?”
Carter frowned. “Rassilite bosons?”
“Yeah, harmless really, but they make my nose itch. Usually get them when you’re forcing a tesseract or a wormhole.” The Doctor tapped his nose with his pen. “Been opening some of those by any chance, General?”
The General shook his head. “I just – do you realize how many security directives we’re breaking right now?”
Buffy shook her head and waved a hand. “The Doctor and security directives are a bad combination.”
“I take them as a personal challenge.” The Doctor’s grin seemed just left of sane.
Buffy laid her hand on his shoulder. “Best just to get it all on the table, he’ll find it all out sooner or later.”
“Somehow I have a feeling you’re right, Miss. We will, however, expect a similar level of transparency from your side."
"We'll do what we can to help," responded the Doctor.
Hammond nodded. "Colonel, please open the blast doors.” Jack moved to the wall and pressed the switch, and the embarkation room came into view.
“Doctor, Buffy, this is the Stargate. Major Carter, I trust you can provide any further necessary explanation.”
“No need.” The Doctor pressed his face against the window. His finger traced the outline of the gate. “Hyperconductive rings rotate, lock, then discharge to cause an Omega-Rassilon reaction. Looks like it’s using constellations as a targeting system. Very clever.” The Doctor chewed on his cheek. “A little bulky, you’d need gates on both sides, but I guess it works. Can I have my jacket back, I’d just like to,” he pointed his hand at the gate and waved it around. “I need my little toy,” he confessed.
Buffy and Jack both rolled their eyes, caught each other, and winked. Buffy’s smile was wry. “In the interest of mutual understanding, General, what do you say we split up between anybody who understands even one word of what he’s going to rant about and the rest of us? I’ll be happy to answer what I can about the non-geek stuff.”
“The non-geek stuff?” Hammond stood and looked down at the wide-eyed, smirking woman twirling around in his conference chair.
“Yeah. I’m more of a beat-stuff-up-ask–questions-later sort of a girl. I’m sure that you, me, the Colonel and the big guy have better ways of spending our time than sitting around having those three make us feel like idiots.” She bounced to her feet, hands on her hips, and cast Jack a sideways glance. “Let’s talk war. It’ll be fun.”
Nex